We'll Make Blindfolded Love If You Want
Hugo de Colonges
She thinks she's a mess
That she can't be addressed
She fell once it left her in stress
Now she thinks
That like Montagues and Capulets
A parted love destined by fate
She cries out and ends the debate
Take the veil away from your eyes
In your comfort zone, there's no surprise
Plus we got a fling that money just to buy
We'll make blindfolded love if you want
In the dark or on the floor of a restaurant
I'd call it sex but it'd ruin this song